Unrequited

Isn't it depressing to be madly in love with someone who has absolutely no interest in you? Well, I know how you feel. I, personally, am completely and utterly infatuated with Sherlock Holmes. And, well...we all know he's busy shooting cocaine and chasing phosphorus-covered hounds.
Just thought you all should know that.
And no teasing about my penchant for gangly men.
But he really is unbearably sexy. And I'm not talking about Basil Rathbone or Jeremy Brett, though they are rather edible in their own rights. I'm talking about grouchy, masterful, drug-addicted, sharp-cheekboned, tobacco smoking, heavy-drinking, Watson-waking, fist-fighting Sherlock Holmes, with his strange mood for scratching horrible sounds out of the violin as well as sonorous melodies, periods of languid inaction, his habits of keeping his tobacco in his Persian slippers and his mail pinned in his mantelpiece with a knife. I absolutely adore him.
So there.